Testo Lament

Staring at the wall, dying. This lake of disgust an endless sinking. Your words of comfort, a useless thought
Then all I had was a gift that allowed me to feel all the pain
From surrounding people, I could touch, their anguished souls
I could feel the weight of their eternal failure

I felt the pain of the victims
Gushing out of wounds
All given by devils feasting upon their nightmares
Now that I don't feel anything at all
I need to taste this torment again